This blog is about the day my entire life made sense. The day I found my wedding dress. As most of you know, I am engaged to Muffin. He is by far, the best man I've ever laid my eyes on. This is not a blog about how amazing he is, mostly because that would make the blog about him and not ME and we cant have that.
I am really excited to get married. I am NOT excited to have a wedding. Blending Assyrian, Iranian, Lebanese, and African American family for 5-6 hours is overwhelming. I plan to have an open bar - this was not done to please the guests, it is specifically for me. If you are lucky, I will share.
After several years of watching Say Yes To The Dress on TLC, every Friday night, while texting my best friend, I decided that I would fly to NYC to try on bridal gowns at Kleinfeld's. This was the best decision I have ever made- outside of the time I decided to NOT get Ricky Martin's face tattooed on my body.
In my life, I have had 4 serious boyfriends, Muffin being the fourth. My first boyfriend, he was a dud. Much like the first wedding dress I tried on. He seemed to be what I wanted, but I was young, and naive, and he drove an ice cream truck.... And I like ice cream, so we were happy. The first dress I tried on was nice, it was what I thought I wanted, it looked like Vanilla Ice Cream, but it wasn't THE ONE.
My second boyfriend, he was better than the first. He was tall, he was handsome, he had swag dripping from every pore of his ever so beautiful body. But, he was too much for me. His ego was bigger than my svelte ass which led to the inevitable breakup. The second dress I tried on was better than the first. It was more intricate. It was beautiful on the hanger, but on me, it wasn't right. On to the next.
My third boyfriend. He was my world. He had me laughing from day one. He was a manly man. A guys kind of guy. I was emotionally invested in number 3. I could have married number 3, had he not already been married and fathered a small tribe of children. The third dress I tried on was amazing. It was beautiful. I stood in front of the mirror, with my best friend and bridesmaid standing beside me, and I looked at myself and cried. The ugly cry. Where you cant stop the horrendous look on your face or the amount of tears from spewing out. It wasn't because the dress was THE ONE, but because I had never looked in the mirror and thought "Damn Michelle, you are stunning." Not until that moment. I had a serious moment. I needed a few tissues. The people outside of my dressing room all gushed over me. They all thought my dress was perfect. But I knew, much like boyfriend number 3, it was close, but not perfect.
My muffin. He is my fourth and last boyfriend. He is the man that asked my father to marry me. He is the man that I've built a home with. He is my home. He is the one that has helped me time after time, is always uplifting, has never once put me down. Muffin, he's perfect for me. And so was the fourth dress. After having such a moment with the previous dress, the sales consultant was sure I'd buy the 3rd dress. But I told her I wanted to try on one more. I'm so glad I did.
She had me step into the dress and before she was able to fully put it on me, I knew. This was my dress! It was perfect. Everything I had ever wanted. The 28 years I've spent dreaming of the day I'd be a bride were now a reality. I had found the most beautiful dress for me and with a sound mind and heart, I said YES to the dress!
Up until this point, my blog has been about men who tried to be the one. All the dates, the stories, the jokes, all the words in this blog had a purpose. To lead me to my Muffin.
I'm not going to lie, sometimes I do wish that my life was still as wild and crazy as it used to be. Sometimes I wish I had more to write about. But at the end of the day, I've never been happier. I've never been more sure that I'm doing something great with my life.
To all of those looking for love.... You might have to go on a few (or several hundred) bad dates to find your one and only. And when you do find them, you'll look back and be grateful for every single one of the freaks who tried to win your heart.
Lesson Learned:
Don't hate on the uglies, the weirds, the freaks, the awkward people who come into your life - they will all lead you to your one and only. But also, don't hump them. That would be gross.
